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ETERNITY WITHIN MY REACH by Anca Mihaela Bruma

The message I offer you here today is to  find yourself...

To really know yourself with all the aspects and manifestations of your own Being! The inspiration: the hidden meanings about Life and Love.  I use this form of expression for creating picturesque views about these major themes, transforming the way we think about our own selves. 

My poem “builds” a language within a language, a universe within another universe using vivid imagery, sometimes surreal, giving to the poetry a transcending feeling. The language which "moves" me from the outward expression to a more inner world expression, as a poetic description of elevating experiences, and as the result is able to mark people's lives. The one which awakens in others the deep realities of Life within themselves.


Eternity Within My Reach

by Anca Mihaela Bruma

Time is too much in my days,
millennium of mornings, aeons of evenings...
and Vedic hymns fill the spaces between You and I
with clandestine rendezvous and platonic reincarnations.

Time is too much in my days,
millennium of mornings, aeons of evenings...
sipping my re-births in apotheosis of future tenses,
alchemy of Time calibrated by the universal mind's eye.

Time is too much in my days, 
millennium of mornings, aeons of evenings...
time continuum of my heart imbued by sacred sameness,
without tomorrows and separations between within and without!

Time is too much in my days,
millennium of mornings, aeons of evenings...
...I have this quench: "If Yesterday is Tomorrow's Today 
then... answer this: WHAT am I when I am not Me?..."


Anca Mihaela Bruma: I am Romanian living in Dubai/UAE. My love for poetry started when I was just 9 years old. Since I started writing again in January 2014, it has emerged from me like an “explosion” - it is like the pen “writes” me not the other way around! My “lyrical writings”, as I like to call them, are more of a spiritual autobiography, depicting reality as I perceive it behind all forms: with no space and time, a quantum view of existence. Right now, I see the writing as a form of being present inside the language, a paradigm of living, which is encoded in the message itself, like a poetic consciousness with a spherical view of things, life, and love. For me, writing now is more related to the realization of the greater self, beyond the mundane and well-known laws of society, as an expression of both the rational and the intuitive, via poetry, increasing my awareness with new meanings expanded.

~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~ 

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